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Current i'm not sure the appropriate use of an OLED TV is to play random scenic train videos but here we are
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Being truly on my own is a bit of a weird feeling. It's never really happened.
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Let it never be said that sometimes extreme brevity isn't the most appropriate post, though. Everything is a tool.
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a loaf is a surprisingly hard thing to make
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Andrea and Akira


"Um... Honda Akira, pleased to meet you..." the girl replied, taking the offered hand with a slightly puzzled expression. Sure, the half-built building might be somewhat on fire and liable to collapse ''eventually'', but she didn't need to be lead out to safety. The contract might not help her, but this was hardly the ''first'' time she'd been in a dangerous situation.

Was she being mistaken for being much younger than she actually was again? It had to be that, didn't it? That was so annoying, even if her choice of clothing didn't help...

Further inside, the contracted demon's features narrowed into a sneer of derision, wiping some imaginary dust off of her jacket. Without a word, she turned her back on the already-vanishing ashes and headed for the exit... offering an uncomfortable reminder to everyone else that a summon had to be actively dismissed, and the demon would still be awkwardly accompanying them until Akira was reminded to make her leave.
Gisela


"Oh, she's quite safe," Gisela assured, taking this for a 'yes' and carefully handing Anisette over properly once the coin was inspected. Oddly, given how divergent their interests were, she shared the idea that this might be some test of their character, in looking after the doll. Although, she was rather confident in there being no particular trap innately in the doll's construction, beyond the inevitable retribution should they let one of the witch's progeny be damaged or destroyed in any way, "Her abilities are entirely beneficial. Just make sure to not let her get damaged."

And if she was to be dropped by anyone, the nem made for the shortest drop. Another bonus.

Jennifer Whittemore


One thing that was still taking getting used to was the food here. Oh, she didn't even remember half the things she'd used to eat, or even what her favourite had been, but it was readily apparent that she hadn't been some massive aficionado for foreign cuisine in the past. Most things had been new to her, and she had definitely been learning how to use chopsticks for the first time, no half-lost muscle memory to rely on. It was a good thing that the whole learning process there was over with before this whole operation started and a bunch more people joined in, it would have been awkward to have a bigger audience than the local researchers.

Jennifer had spent a good few minutes absent-mindedly looking over the Tokyo skyline--it was neat to look it at it from above like this and not be dealing with the wind herself. Or having to talk to air traffic control at the same time. She wasn't a registered pilot, what were they expecting from her? The only times she'd come this high were in the full mechframe, it would have taken too long anyway, and then the odds that she'd collide with anything and not dodge were minuscule.

At least, she thought she could avoid collisions with most aircraft? They were pretty unlikely to be at the same altitude, and she could just go straight up and down with an agility that powered flight could only dream of. And backwards. So, she ought to never be hit by a plane, and even a helicopter would be pretty unlikely. Getting chewed up by turbine blades or a rotor sounded like a really nasty way to go, she should make sure that never happened.

An exuberant declaration brought Jennifer's attention back from the window again, and to the ramen she was carrying. Right, lunch, eat it. Pulling up the chair in front of the brunette before she got distracted again, watching in fascination as the food just... vanished. Where did it all go? Was she even tasting it?

"You look like you're enjoying that, uh..." what was her name again? Futaba something or other? "Honoka?"
Akira and Andrea


"I am taking you exactly as seriously as you deserve," the other demon stated, coming to a stop in front of the Monster, not even deigning to face it directly. With a dismissive flick of her hair, Andrea levelled one eye against the demon. "If you had realised this sooner, perhaps you might have been a worthy foe."

There was no more time for it to consider what she meant, the summon raising her hand dramatically to snap her fingers. A small gesture. Entirely unnecessary except for the dramatics. But what she triggered at the same time...

The surfaces carved out while she had been jumping around all had a singular purpose: flat and angled to point almost towards where the foe stood, flinging out fireballs with reckless abandon. Perfect for circles to etch themselves on. But not specifically towards it; that would give it an easy way out. Some were angled right at its position, while others were just slightly offset so that it found itself caught in an inescapable cage of light. Like most traps, it had a way out: backwards, where the firing had been withheld so as to not destroy Andrea's own ally... and forwards, where the demon stood, hand stretched into a knife.

Even if it somehow shrugged off Kaeru--who would probably want to let go if the lasers looked to burn through--that would still leave it with Andrea blocking the obvious escape. Using "blocking" lightly, naturally: as soon as the beams came in from all angles, the girl surged forwards, ruby eyes scanning its body. It might only be a Monster, but that still gave it some chance to survive most of its body being destroyed. There would be a core.

And she would destroy it.

Akira, of course, was edging as far away as she could from the conflict. Not that she could flee the area entirely, yet, but...
Hmm, the thing about dark elves is they're... well, for one, they're not tribal at all. Yeah, the way law is structured and the like is far more interested in the family than the individual, but they're still pretty centralised and urbanised, more so than most of the others in the north. It's just that, well... they're almost entirely underground, rather than dealing with the ice or snow (and making it a lot easier to fight against invaders).

Very interested in hunting, there's an awful lot of weird creatures and monsters down there.
Tyaethe


With the enormous mercenary lowering himself, Tyaethe wasted no time in grabbing onto the nearby arm and clambering up to the shoulder. Not that it could really be considered a comfortable seat by any stretch of the imagination, given that she was now seated upon a curved piece of steel. On the flip side, it was broad enough for her that it may as well have been any other uncomfortable bench in existence and a far cry better than just standing around.

"Me, resemble your daughter?" she wondered, head tilting and looking at Bors again, "I can't see it. Surely there ought to be a notable size difference between us? Unless she's only five years old..."

Tyaethe, after all, was short even for her apparent age. Even a quarter giant should easily eclipse her in height.
Gisela


It made sense that she would be asked along to find the prisoners. Even if her offensive abilities would be of limited use in a rescue operation (provided that you were looking for it to remain a rescue mission for long), the hundi was primarily a healer, and who would be more likely to need urgent medical aid than that?

Of course, this meant she needed to find somewhere safe to leave the doll. Were it just a magical item, this would hardly be difficult at all, just find a reliable-seeming member of the entourage and come back later. Except... even if she might count as a magical item, she was also a person. Just a very, very small one. That happened to have been bequeathed to them by one of the most powerful mages in existence. Just leaving her with some footman that no doubt had an extremely negative impression of spellcasters as a whole wasn't an option.

But since she was a person, maybe she might have some preference? Or could that fact be impressed upon whoever was assigned this task?

"Can you speak?" the purple-haired mage asked, looking down at the unusual entity in her arms. There was a brief pause, before the doll's small head gave a very reluctant-seeming nod. "But you don't want to?" This time, the response was much more emphatic... she thought. It was a bit hard to tell, given their comparative sizes and the angle.

Of course, if she could speak, then that meant she probably had a name, right...? Another easy question to ask. It seemed like the doll wasn't going to answer for a long moment, before she spoke in a very small voice... "Anisette."

What a cute girl. She'd give her a hug, but she was already doing that.

While Gisela had been asking this, thoughtlessly wandering about the tomb, she couldn't avoid hearing Lirrah was audibly wondering about the doll. Hm, if there was anyone who was too harmless in the camp to do much damage, it probably was the merchant, especially with her current attitude. She was also more likely to consider selling a unique magical item off than breaking it, and a Nem from the deserts was unlikely to share the local preoccupation with witches...

She might also benefit from the doll being, well, a doll.

Making her way through the thinning crowd as people got ready, the mage answered the question with a simple "This doll," hand indicating the one in her arms before absently patting the tiny girl on the head, something that gained a rather smug expression. "Her name is Anisette, could you look after her for a little while...?"

As the resident learned mage, she did have an interest in coming back for her later. If anybody was going to help work out what exact abilities she could provide, it would have to be Gisela. And she was cute, and unlikely to find the magical aura around her at all concerning.

Now, where had she left her staff...?

@Octo@The Otter
  • Name: Jennifer Whittemore
  • Age: 22
  • Gender: Female
  • Appearance: Casual outfit. Rather on the light side, but it's not her fault that this country (or most) is too damn hot for her in the summer...
    She's a tiny girl, just under 4'9.
  • Personality: Relentlessly laid back and upbeat, she doesn't really give the air of anyone who went through something as traumatic as a Warped attack, let alone barely survived it... although, that might be because she doesn't remember it at all. Although enthusiastic about trying new things, Jennifer is prone to getting distracted, and then going off to do something else... intentionally or not.
  • History: Ordinarily, one would have expected this foreign-born and raised girl to have absolutely no involvement in the goings-on in the middle of Tokyo. Any involvement on her part should have been transient, a mere exposure to the Warped before she returned to being half the world away in safety. Nobody was likely to go scouring through every possible foreigner to find those who could potentially control a Chi-Mechframe. Jennifer's involvement was anything but ordinary, however.
    There were three outcomes to those injured in a confrontation involving the Warped. The most likely was just that someone got injured, but they avoided being infected by an Echidna, and were at the mercy of normal medical technology. The second was that they would be correctly infected while helpless, and go on to become one of the Warped. The least likely outcome would be the parasite launching an incorrect infestation and kickstarting the healing processes to the point that everything would heal normally.
    Jennifer is an example of someone who got incorrectly infested, but was simply too injured for even accelerated healing to fix everything. What it achieved was to turn extensive, fatal injuries into survival in a condition that simply shouldn't have been possible. Certainly, nothing that modern medical techniques could address with much hope of quality of life.
    Fortunately, this impossible situation brought with it the possibility of some uniquely experimental treatment. Instead of building a Chi-Mechframe as a completely external apparatus, why not repurpose as much of it into an internal one as possible? Not only would this vastly improve Jennifer's condition, it would allow a valuable opportunity for teasing out disparate parts of Chi-Mechframes into isolated components to help with future development and refinement.
    The obvious upshot of this was that the foreign tourist also became an unexpected immigrant to Japan, having to adjust to a very different environment, plus addressing the remaining language barrier. She's adapted surprisingly well, being an upbeat sort to start with, although having a rather low-intensity job as a 'research assistant' that mostly means 'okay, we need to use you as a guinea pig again' certainly helps.
    With things now moving and Tokyo being the target of major action against the Warped... well, it's handy, because it means she's still somewhere comparatively local, especially while transitioning from a more research-focused position to an active combat one. It's also handy because it means that she has plenty of time to actually pack her things up the four or five times needed to not leave anything behind.
  • Skills: Jennifer's skills are somewhat... odd. Her basic reflexes and co-ordination are preternatural, bordering on the superhuman, but things that take use of that? Not so much. She doesn't do any sports, she's not an athlete, not even particularly good at manual tasks. Her post-Mechframe state is improved in a lot of ways from before. The flip side is that her memory seems to have suffered, although generally improving: when prompted, she turned out to have a surprising amount of baking experience... and no recollection of how or when she ever learned it. Her scholastic record is similarly spotty.
    She tends to keep a notebook on hand with names and descriptions, just because of having forgotten people a few times.
  • Chi-Mechframe: Albion
    • Appearance: Armoured.
    • Abilities: Albion's construction is rather unique, given its wearer's circumstances, and a portion of its abilities are actually available constantly... although without the full system and regulation provided by the rest of the armour, this would be completely unnoticeable if it wasn't so unusual for even a full suit to have: flight. Flight and manoeuvrability without seemingly any particular consideration to aerodynamics or obvious generation of thrust. Of course, without the armour, it's not like it's any faster than a running pace, dimensional considerations aside, but with it...
      As a complete system, Albion is exceptional for its speed and agility, which is very handy when it's comparatively limited in terms of both the punishment it can absorb and its offensive options. Jennifer doesn't have any particular combat-related skills to utilise, and the Mechframe doesn't come with much in the way of normal weaponry either. All it can do is release intense but melee-ranged energy blasts--primarily, and most powerfully, from the gauntlets attached, but it can come out of just about any extremity on the armour.
  • Other:: She doesn't really talk about how extensive her injuries were, but Jennifer's entire body seems to set off metal detectors.
Akira and Andrea


Akira let out another muted squeak, retreating behind a pillar--only to find that now there was burning concrete and what the hell was that about, seriously, most of the shell of a building wasn't even flammable why was this actually catching alight and okay retreating even further from the construction site kept her away from the flames and one of these people had better be making sure there weren't dogs circling them.

At least she was proving remarkably adept at avoiding damage or making life overly difficult for anybody else.

Andrea's response... well, the demon moved. Slightly. Despite her limited movement, and being right in front of the target, the fireballs' trajectories took them harmlessly past, aside from the new environmental issues. "The only thing I'm going to take from a worm like you is your life."

Despite that... well, Andrea was moving quickly, now, but she wasn't attacking. Gouging out chunks of floor or wall, leaving impressively flat surfaces given the demon was using nails to do it? It was perhaps distracting to keep an eye on her, but it wasn't threatening. Not obviously, not unless one took into account the slow grinding of patterns into the angled surfaces left behind.
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